House of Horrors

Hall of mirrors

Marble hands reach out

Grabbing at my  lungs

Taking my breath away

 

Reflections change

Warping into an unknown figure

Shrieks cry out

In the hollow room

 

But it’s quiet

Sound does not carry

Farther than the mind

This tomb of horror

-Kel Dayheart

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